World Occult User Guide

"Boom!"

The collapsed New Babel Tower was reflected in the witch's light brown eyes. Her eyes widened in surprise, and Anna beside her also took a breath.

"Ms. Witch, this sign... I always feel that there is something..."

"Before dawn, there may be some darkness." The witch said hesitantly, "Teacher will not lie to me."

The next moment, the swirling star wheel appeared in the sky, and the twisted aura raged in the city of Ditry, and even spread all over the country in an instant. Screams, wailing, and crying came from all directions along the wind and blew into the rickety ship. Yuu's broken ship.

The two finally realized something was wrong, and Anna grabbed the witch's arm and spoke with tears in her eyes.

"Can you hug me? I'm so scared."

"Sometimes, you can't draw a conclusion just by listening from a distance." The witch kissed the girl's forehead, closed her eyes and looked for the coordinates of the other free mystics, "I want to personally witness the 'Utopia' described by the teacher."

"Witch-sama!"

Anna wanted to catch her, but she missed. The Dreamer's spatial teleportation was activated, and the witch's figure disappeared suddenly.

In the vast blue sea, the creature with a neck as curved as an eel was continuing its daily life in a regular manner as a monster. At this moment, it had its long neck tucked into its chest, and a mixture of blood and tears was left along its scales.

Foundation Gamma-002, [Big Sea Monster].

It once attacked Foundation facilities with the Basilisk and the Wendigo, and rescued some of the Free Mystics. Recently, it had a disagreement with the newly arrived Joshua, so it wandered in the waters near the Maple Leaf Country, occasionally passing through the Dreamers' The occult communicates with the witch.

The magnificent fragrance filled the air, and the sea monster raised its head, only to see the witch floating in the air, looking at it with doubtful and puzzled eyes, as if she was brewing a question.

"Witch, look at these." It opened its mouth, and inside was a human's broken limbs, with white bones and flesh everywhere, entangled between its teeth, "This is my father."

"You ate him." The witch told the truth, "Was he not good to you?"

She never inquires into the private affairs of her companions unless they take the initiative to tell her.

"On the contrary, he was very nice. He was very nice to me, my mother and my brothers. I still remember that every time I went on a business trip, he would always pick out a box of Danish for me at the flea market in Xizhou. Let my brothers and I share the cookies."

The sea monster closed its mouth, as if reluctant to swallow, and wiped the drool with the tip of its tail.

"Despite being like this, I will still swim to the shore at the deepest time every night, take a look at the shadow from the small window, and then leave. Sometimes they miss me and leave without saying goodbye. Tears and sometimes peaceful sleep.”

"Until just now, my father has become a mysterious person who is completely out of control for some reason. My mother and my other brother are dead, and he is attacking my last brother, so I have to take action, otherwise I will lose even my last relationship. lose."

The sea monster lowered its head and gnawed at the rough skin with its bloody teeth, as if it was self-destructing.

"I have never hated the shadow of 'Comes'. It replaced my disabled legs and gave me the opportunity to travel freely. However, today, all this is no longer important. I have no home, no more I have no one to share my experience with.”

"'Utopia'..."

"What?"

For the first time, the witch did not say goodbye to her subordinates. Her face turned pale and she quickly moved to another coordinate.

This companion was a girl who had just awakened not long ago. The witch used the pressure of ghosts and white doves to find her in front of the foundation.

The girl is the "God of Farming" of the E-level of Guaitan, a not very dangerous medium. Lin An shared a few notes with her about exploring "Comes". The witch recorded her coordinates and provided her with a free mystic. communication platform.

At this time, only half of the girl's charred body was left, and her consciousness and breathing were very weak.

"What happened to you."

The witch held her in her arms so that the girl could feel her as she died, even though her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"It's me, Eulalie Isol, and my fantasy will always be your safe haven."

The girl's body moved, and the witch was prepared for her to say her name, but she didn't. Her bloody eyes looked at the witch, but she was concerned about another group of strangers.

"Have the people who caused the fire... left this building?"

The witch loved her, so before the girl died, she just wanted her to feel her love, not anything else.

Looking around, the flames were engulfing several struggling figures.

She closed her eyes and then opened them. The dreamer's fantasy enveloped a scorched reality. Resplendent luxury replaced the ruins, and the speakers played Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" on a loop.

"They've been saved."

Utopia...nirvana...beautiful fantasy...

After hearing these words, the girl lost consciousness, and her long hair was scattered on the witch's arm, like a delicate flower.

The witch watched the girl die and hugged her tightly.

How light her body is.

The energy of "Comes" is still playing a sonorous and powerful song, and the fists are beating the chest. Thousands of fists, like a rapidly beating pulse, finally return to silence.

The cheerful notes were like a handful of dust in the palm of my hand, scattered in the whimpering wind.

Leaving the girl behind, the witch visited other companions, and then simply wandered around the city of Detri aimlessly.

It was completely different from what was imagined. People who had obtained the power of "Comes" had no laughter and laughter. Instead, they were left with endless pleading, sorrow and despair.

Collapsed buildings, raging out-of-control monsters, crazy people fighting against them...

The Messiah did not reach out to the world.

On the contrary, after losing order and management, and losing the step-by-step adaptation process, human beings were instantly overwhelmed by the shadow of another planet.

They had little choice but to passively accept the fate of "Kemmers".

The strong smell of perfume hit her face, and the witch raised her eyes and looked at the slightly embarrassed woman in front of her.

"Teacher, this is not the new era you described to me."

"Your stupidity surprises me, Isol." Adelia wiped the dust on her face with a silk scarf, "You actually think that human beings can change. Then let me tell you, human beings are born selfish, vicious, and despicable. .”

"Society is cynical, the weak are heckled and plundered by wealthy traffickers of necessities, and the triumphs of the unscrupulous are everywhere. Do you think they can be saved? No, the soul is corrupt from the beginning of the world."

"And your mistake is to assume that the biggest difficulty, 'human nature', can be overcome, and then to try to solve the smaller difficulties through 'alien technology'. First assume that no one will want more than his share, and then consider his Shares are delivered via candy or balloons.”

Adelia spoke in a flurry of words, not only venting Adelia's terrible hatred, but also regaining some of her usual confidence on the podium.

"Of course, this doesn't mean I don't like you. Your innocent fantasy is the supply I need. Because we have never gotten along, in your memory, my image is salvation, a beautified Virgin Mary of Mercy. .”

"We never got along?" The witch's pupils narrowed, "But I clearly remember..."

"You saw me chatting with your director in the mental hospital. Because you admired my temperament, you made up a beautiful story in your mind." Adelia said cruelly, "After all, you can't live without delusions. ”

The surging truth and delusion overlapped, and the witch covered her head. The evil chasing her came back and burst the colorful bubbles.

"And I need a 'fantasist' to do the job. You, who are simple-minded and have no scheming, are the only choice. So I used some techniques to help your story replace the real memory."

Adelia stretched out her hand, covering the woman in front of her with nothingness, and watched indifferently from between her fingers as her beautiful face gradually collapsed, deformed, and sobbed.

"Think about it logically. How could your mother be so poor and afford me, an internationally renowned professor? And I would never pass by your dilapidated apartment in the slums of Eagle Country."

"This is all...my delusion..."

The witch uttered broken words in confusion, and her forelimbs "thumped" to the ground, like a little lamb lying in front of Adelia.

"Hahaha, it turns out there is no redemption for me... I was just trapped in the attic by my stepfather and stepbrother... and eventually became a helpless mental illness..."

"Utopia can only be approached through a sea of ​​real blood. You who only dare to dream will never reach it."

Adelia closed her fingers, and the pulling and tearing pain tortured the witch's swollen head. The memory was forcibly stripped away, and the bloody reality replaced the past that smelled of lavender and baguette, causing her to let out a low whimper.

"Now I want to recycle your memories. They allow me to continue to consolidate my understanding of 'Adelia Hughes' - oh, noble and elegant, which fits my image very well."

"No!!!"

The witch who had been suffering silently suddenly shouted: "At least...don't take away my last dream, let me live with my admiration and love for you...Mr. Hughes, please have mercy on me..."

"It's time for you to wake up, honey."

Adelia completely removed the witch's memory of herself, tilted her head slightly to taste it, then left her behind and left without looking back.

As the surroundings fell into endless darkness, Eulalie Isol began to fantasize.

She imagines a place that is different from the existing world, a place full of justice, bravery, and honesty, where everyone is free, binding rules no longer exist, resources are inexhaustible, and love is the only thing currency.

She swore she could see it, whizzing by on the crumbling and ruined sidewalks, shining on the faces of fleeing people, rising above the hollow, stiff corpses.

Everyone was talking and laughing, and there was no more hunger, disease, or suffering.

Ah, the world should be like this.

The mist that was about to swallow her must be preparing to take her to this eternal dream.

That black boat is not a discarded waste by the river, but a paradise, where hot springs, mist and colorful mosaic tiles accompany the dreams created for themselves by the "dreamer", swaying and drifting towards the dawn that will eventually come.

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List of St. Annilov's abnormal phenomena, number A-003 [Laughter and laughter].

Since April 1, 2038, we have successively collected reports of [laughter and laughter] from various places.

A black goat with three women's heads appeared somewhere in an instant, let out a clear and sweet laugh, and then quickly disappeared.

Its range is within the city of Detli, and occasionally in nearby towns or villages, rarely leaving the state of Michigan.

It has an eerie charm that always fills anyone who witnesses it, or hears its laughter, with hope.

Those who have encountered it claim that as long as they have seen [Laughter], their optimism will overcome the pain of reality and give them the motivation to continue living.

Since it will not cause substantial harm to survivors, we apply to downgrade it to B. (End of chapter)